Nothing I take remakes me
Nothing offers escape
My flaking scalp raked
My tallow candle naked
Eating chains and snakes
In exchange for change
At the bottom of a black lake
I find the sundered statue’s tyrant face
Once the Lord of this place
Emperor, Godking of all domains
Trying to reframe my losses
Trying to regain my process
Fishing a lady from the cess
She of my obsessions, no less than
The batwinged queen of outer heaven
Her appearance is malevolent
Shadows further this aspect lend
I could only write when I was high
Now I’m always tired, my inkwell dry
I suspect I’m soon to die
When will I stop feeling tired
The brainfog won’t retire
It amputated my other hobbies
I have damaged my entire body
Treated gold as copper shoddy.
Alchemisland 
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